Qwel - Underachiever

The space it takes to time travel ain't worth the effortMic saddle mastadons to find Babylon the networkAs clear as it seems hi-fi makes it perfectThis pyramid scheme with the eye at the vertexSerpents smell with your tongues and wait for blackoutsYo, for sure sex sells check wealth at the crack houseAppachis don't stop, but the candle burnsat both ends while most men just channel surfIt's gonna take more then folded hands to part the skiesSo lets drown from the ground upImperfection starts with Iam god and god's not hard rock or worthy slavesSurfer make the paper sleep late, pray for early gravesI hope we catch ebola, just what man deservesBuilt god with satellites, but couldn't handle earthIt'll flood 'till the blood spills, but you still wouldn't believe itNo control, alt, delete itI'm on my way to be itThe time it takes to space travel ain't worth the distanceIf I could reach the remote from here then I convert the missionWorse then vision splitting headachesWhat man's set on looking?These books are too heavy, plus the antenna's crookedThe batteries are drained, I think I'll wait it outBut way the pounds of apathy, I think I hate this couchWe can slouch into a fetus, all we need is televisionWith long spoons to feed us sex and exorcismInternet access to find our soulsE-mail me dogs, cynical smiles and barcodesHomes are only shelters, only shelves of a manRemote is where the heart is, the heart is gettin' bentYo, we can start right now, here in Chi-townI'll die if you have to, you know I'm downWith an automatic bag of chips, the honeybun's outWhat channels the revolution on? the motherfucking couch[Verse 2]Cameras for the crips, like gifts for the thievesWhen he's only fifteen and got a tip from his seedsSo whats kid gonna read, when clips is magazines?When god drowns we;re surrounded by fags and fiendsRapping teen actors on the magic screenLies for halftime, why's he laughin' at me?Let the smoke flow out through his platic speechPatching dream jobs for slaves, saving half the feeHack the feet off, at the khaki cuffNeed batteries for windows, 'cause reality sucksHalf to give up something right?The library's sold, meet us on the ones and twos in binary codeHypnotize my mind, is it time to explode?Is my spine a remote, or am I in control?As I portray this wisdom image actor seeBut why's this plastic thing, pointed back at mePointed back at me (pointed back at me)